Tom Sheehan ~ On My Father’s Blindness

Pruszkowski 1892 'Eloe'

 

Time whispered when he had eyes,
a deliberation of things,
songs, stories, a string of beads
some islander made in his equatorial days;

leaves, loaves, salad-making,
great roasts’ sizzling songs,

an unhurrying, yieldless time
of games, ghosts, gobs of things.

How when sentences finally came to be
he read Cappy Ricks and the Green Pea Pirates.
His eye on the page, my ear on his tongue,
caesura was a bite of beer, a drink of cheese,
turning words like the roasts he made,
savory succulent tongue,
but page wordless now.

Now! Now!

Now Time strikes!
Hurricanes, lightning, days are crunching,
night is no more a pail of stars
flung as sand on dark skies.

The eyes are closed, the mouth;
when do songs cease to sound?

Sprung from his loins wanting to be,
self-torn from his arms
at some piece of boyhood,
I now remember earless, wordless,
the touch when I was lovely young,

and I know I roam forever
in the darkness of his eyes.

 

Tom Sheehan has published 24 books, nominated for National Book and Military Book Awards, has 30 Pushcart nominations, short story awards from Nazar Look for 2012-2015 and multiple work in Rosebud, Linnet’s Wings, Danse Macabre, Serving House Journal, Copperfield Review, Literary Orphans, Indiana Voices Journal, Frontier Tales, Western Online Magazine, Provo Canyon Review, Nazar Look, Eastlit, Rope & Wire Magazine, The Literary Yard, Green Silk Journal, etc.
His latest effort, Jehrico ~ Eleven Stories of a Mexican Boy Making His Way in the Old West, is forthcoming from Hammer & Anvil Books.
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